Bab 91: The Battle of Siblings

The moment the signal was given, Air lunged forward explosively. As a member of the Golden Tiger Clan, she was gifted with feline agility and power, traits that made her an expert in swift, decisive combat. The muscles in her calves and thighs coiled, propelling her forward with such force that the ground beneath her feet was almost gouged out, quickly closing the distance between her and Cloche.

The sheer speed of her movement distorted her expression as the wind whipped across her face. Her vision narrowed, Cloche's face coming sharply into focus as her target drew near.

This wasn't a fight to the death, not a battle for blood. But Air and Cloche had often danced on the knife's edge of deadly combat. They'd fought battles before that seemed to balance on the thinnest of ice, where one wrong move meant defeat. Air transformed her straight-line momentum into rotational force, her great sword, the Ice Tiger, swinging with incredible power.